There he sits behind the bars they put him inWaiting for the day it all beginsWhen he can take another hit againIt's his right by birth of the mother earthShe grew you, me and the weedNow it's time to take up arms and fight

There he sits behind the bars they put him inWaiting for the day it all beginsWhen he can take another hit againIt's his right by birth of the mother earthShe grew you, me and the weedNow it's time to take up arms and fightPrisoner of warPrisoner of war